I hear the pencil on the blank sheet of paper. Everything I could sketch pops into my head. Shirts, coats, jewelry, pants, and shoes. I see famous designers on the TV and see all the amazing types of clothes being modeled in Paris. More than anything else, I want to become a famous fashion designer.
Everyday, I tell my parents my dream but they both give me discouraging words. They tell me how hard it is to become a designer. My hopes and dreams suddenly start to slip through my fingers like little grains of sand.
Everyday while I’m at school or at practice, I imagine myself fifteen years older and at a fashion show. People I don’t even know are congratulating me on becoming such a well-known designer. I see a model walking down the runway wearing the outfit I created. After a short period of time thinking about the future, I’m snapped back into reality.
When I was younger, I would always love to go to clothing stores. I was never there to buy anything. I would be there to look at all the different types of clothing. I would feel all the unique fabrics and I would examine all the different styles. There were so many types of things that would interest me. One day, when I was really little, my grandma bought a flat object that looked like a puzzle. On this object was a girl. Beside the girl, there were hangers of tops, pants, dresses and skirts. On the other side of the girl, there was a rack of shoes. You could lift the clothes out of the flat object and place them on the girl. Once you put the last item of clothing on, it would fit together like a puzzle. This object inspired me to become a fashion designer.
Finally, I decided one thing that I would need to do. I need to find a designer that could teach me everything she knew. I would also need to convince my mom. This would be difficult, but I was determined to do anything to follow my dreams.
I finally gathered the nerves to ask my mom. After a lot of thinking, she agreed to take me. We got our luggage and took off for the airport. While my mom and I were on the plane, we started to get restless because we were both so ecstatic. After a few hours of being squished in a tiny airplane, we arrived in Paris. After we got to the hotel and unpacked, my mom held up two tickets to the fashion show.
At the glamorous show, we saw many things. We saw a copious amount of lustrous outfits. We also saw some gaudy outfits too. At the very end, one of the best designers came up to my mom and I. I was so stunned I almost fainted. The designer had a shining face of hope. I was holding my breath as she said some very important words to me. She told me that no matter what obstacles I would go through, that I should never lose sight of my dreams.
Schyler G LA 1-2
I hear the pencil on the blank sheet of paper. Everything I could sketch pops into my head. Shirts, coats, jewelry, pants, and shoes. I see famous designers on the TV and see all the amazing types of clothes being modeled in Paris. More than anything else, I want to become a famous fashion designer.
Everyday, I tell my parents my dream but they both give me discouraging words. They tell me how hard it is to become a designer. My hopes and dreams suddenly start to slip through my fingers like little grains of sand.
Everyday while I’m at school or at practice, I imagine myself fifteen years older and at a fashion show. People I don’t even know are congratulating me on becoming such a well-known designer. I see a model walking down the runway wearing the outfit I created. After a short period of time thinking about the future, I’m snapped back into reality.
When I was younger, I would always love to go to clothing stores. I was never there to buy anything. I would be there to look at all the different types of clothing. I would feel all the unique fabrics and I would examine all the different styles. There were so many types of things that would interest me. One day, when I was really little, my grandma bought a flat object that looked like a puzzle. On this object was a girl. Beside the girl, there were hangers of tops, pants, dresses and skirts. On the other side of the girl, there was a rack of shoes. You could lift the clothes out of the flat object and place them on the girl. Once you put the last item of clothing on, it would fit together like a puzzle. This object inspired me to become a fashion designer.
Finally, I decided one thing that I would need to do. I need to find a designer that could teach me everything she knew. I would also need to convince my mom. This would be difficult, but I was determined to do anything to follow my dreams.
I finally gathered the nerves to ask my mom. After a lot of thinking, she agreed to take me. We got our luggage and took off for the airport. While my mom and I were on the plane, we started to get restless because we were both so ecstatic. After a few hours of being squished in a tiny airplane, we arrived in Paris. After we got to the hotel and unpacked, my mom held up two tickets to the fashion show.
At the glamorous show, we saw many things. We saw a copious amount of lustrous outfits. We also saw some gaudy outfits too. At the very end, one of the best designers came up to my mom and I. I was so stunned I almost fainted. The designer had a shining face of hope. I was holding my breath as she said some very important words to me. She told me that no matter what obstacles I would go through, that I should never lose sight of my dreams.